Fervently he bent down and kissed the top of the black leather shoes.
"Tell me it will never happen again."
"It will never happen again. I promise!"
"Liar." Was all Eric said, then he pulled the trigger. The last look on Patrick's face was disbelief, and then his body fell with a thud onto the floor. A pool of blood slowly crept away from the cooling corpse.
A ringing sound broke through the silence. Eric returned the gun to his thugs, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Casually, he flipped it open and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Eric! Where are you?"
"Uncle. Is that any way to greet me?"
"You answer me you bastard! Where are you? You didn't-" The voice sounded strained and close to breaking, "You couldn't go after him! He was like a son to m-"
"There was a problem. It had an easy solution. What do you not understand?"
"He loved you! He loved you so much. After all these years, how could you, how could you..."
"Trust, uncle. He violated my trust."
"Trust? Trust! Why couldn't you trust him? He's never done anything like this. You know they killed his wife. He was against the wall. And instead of helping him, instead you..."
"Dealt with him. Something you couldn't do. And now, someone who was a liability to us is no longer a liability."
"I don't know you anymore Eric. What happened to you? Your father would never have done anything like this..."
"My father was WEAK!" Eric's blond hair flew across his face as he lost his composure briefly before returning to a blank stare, "If he'd done what needed to be done he'd still be alive. I refuse to live my life according to your silly morality, Uncle."
"You have to stop this Eric. Stop before there's nothing left of you. Leave the business. We have enough money."
"And hand it over to you?" Eric laughed, "Oh Uncle. You think so highly of yourself."
"I care about you! You're all I have left now. And Patrick" He was sobbing now, "Poor Patrick. You bastard. You bastard!"
"Tell me it will never happen again."
"It will never happen again. I promise!"
"Liar." Was all Eric said, then he pulled the trigger. The last look on Patrick's face was disbelief, and then his body fell with a thud onto the floor. A pool of blood slowly crept away from the cooling corpse.
A ringing sound broke through the silence. Eric returned the gun to his thugs, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Casually, he flipped it open and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Eric! Where are you?"
"Uncle. Is that any way to greet me?"
"You answer me you bastard! Where are you? You didn't-" The voice sounded strained and close to breaking, "You couldn't go after him! He was like a son to m-"
"There was a problem. It had an easy solution. What do you not understand?"
"He loved you! He loved you so much. After all these years, how could you, how could you..."
"Trust, uncle. He violated my trust."
"Trust? Trust! Why couldn't you trust him? He's never done anything like this. You know they killed his wife. He was against the wall. And instead of helping him, instead you..."
"Dealt with him. Something you couldn't do. And now, someone who was a liability to us is no longer a liability."
"I don't know you anymore Eric. What happened to you? Your father would never have done anything like this..."
"My father was WEAK!" Eric's blond hair flew across his face as he lost his composure briefly before returning to a blank stare, "If he'd done what needed to be done he'd still be alive. I refuse to live my life according to your silly morality, Uncle."
"You have to stop this Eric. Stop before there's nothing left of you. Leave the business. We have enough money."
"And hand it over to you?" Eric laughed, "Oh Uncle. You think so highly of yourself."
"I care about you! You're all I have left now. And Patrick" He was sobbing now, "Poor Patrick. You bastard. You bastard!"
